I Desecrate The Myths

18” x 24” Watercolor on paper
1989

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When I was in my early thirties I still was dreaming the myth of what I perceived as the perfect life. I dreamed of the baby that I wanted and how this baby would stop my father from dying. But, my dreams became entangled with my reality which was imperfect, distorted with my father's malignant tumor and my infertility. I needed to wake up from my dream and the myth of the perfection. This is the portrait I painted to desecrate the myths.